Cosima's dreamless sleep fades away and she feels her head moving up and down peacefully on a warm body and a soft hand playing with her hair, grazing her neck. She peeks out one eye and can make out a blurry neck. Evaluating her position and the sensations that are slowly waking, she can tell that they're both still just as dressed as they were last night, and that their bodies make up a tightly woven knot with legs intertwined and arms wrapped around one another.
The fingers sifting through Cosima's hair come to a stop when her other eye cracks open, the eyelashes brushing against Delphine's chest. Cosima quickly closes her eyes, as though they never opened in the first place, but the blonde chuckles quietly at her before politely returning to her hair-sifting.
"How long do you think I can pretend to be asleep before you notice?" Cosima whispers covertly.
"Who knows?" Delphine responds at the same volume. "Could be days – months even. I'm not very observant. We may both starve to death waiting".
Cosima groans with a smile stretching across her face and turns her head further into the nook of Delphine's neck. "I can't believe you're here".
"I'm not. You're dreaming," she responds in an angelic voice.
"I wouldn't be surprised," the brunette adjusts so that she's looking straight up at the serene eyes staring down at her. "Last night was definitely a dream. That couldn't have possibly happened anyplace but my imagination. So, I guess this would have to be a dream, too".
"That does sound like the most logical explanation," she shrugs. "Thanks for inviting me to your dream, I suppose".
"No problem. You're welcome back in the future. You know…if you want".
"Oh? Well, for you, I'll come whenever you say I can," Delphine replies suggestively with a slight smirk, remembering a similar sentiment from last night.
"Yep. Dream," Cosima nods. The blonde hums, moving her free hand down Cosima's side, pulling her thigh up while simultaneously moving her own in between the girl's legs. She's met with a sticky substance, once strange as an outside source, but now quite familiar. She gives Cosima a look. "Shut up. I woke up naked, pressed up against a naked you. It's not my fault".
Delphine rolls them over just enough to hover above Cosima. "Would it be too obvious if I said that for breakfast I wanted to eat out?" She shrugs but doesn't wait for an answer before silencing the mouth if would've come from. A brief stop at the brunette's neck and she's crawling down the remainder of her body.
"I can't keep letting you do this," Cosima exhales, covering her face with her hands.
"What?"
"Like, last night. It was…disproportionate," her fingers start to idly wander on the blonde's back, now nearly out of reach.
"And you dislike orgasms?" The blonde rests her chin on her hands, placed one on top of the other over Cosima's navel.
"No, not that," she grins and rolls her eyes at the smirk looking up at her. "But it feels a little unfair when I have almost double the amount you do in one night".
Delphine shrugs, not really caring too strongly about the predicament. "Do you think you could estimate how many people you've been with in the last few years?"
"Oh, God," she exhales and searches her ceiling for the answer. "Sadly, it's easily over fifty, and could even be over a hundred".
"Well, sadly, it's been about ten years since I've had sex with anyone but Will. And it's…it's different. I want to have more experience. Can't you have a little sympathy for a poor, sheltered wife?"
"Yeah, yeah. Poor Delphine," she wraps her legs around the poor sheltered wife's ribcage. "Were you serious when you said you weren't going to stay with him? You mentioned it, but we never really got into it".
"I saw a lawyer last week and she filed the paperwork for me yesterday morning," she replies, displaying her left hand, ring-less.
"Wait, really?" Cosima sits up, and Delphine rolls to the side, allowing the girl to examine the accessory-free finger, not quite believing it. "You're not divorced yet, though, right?"
She shakes her head, "It'll be about a month".
"I thought divorce was supposed to be way longer than that," she slips her fingers between the blonde's, interlacing them.
"I guess not. We don't have kids, we don't need to discuss who gets what, and it's mutual".
"Did you sign a prenup or something?"
She shakes her head again. "He said he wanted everything, and I agreed. I think that's why it's mutual still. He believes I'll back out last minute at the thought of giving everything up," she explains.
"Everything? Like, you'll be homeless?"
"Maybe technically, but I'd just stay in a hotel. However, I do need to look for an apartment soon," she exhales sharply, hoping that somehow her stress will escape with the air.
"An apartment? Not another mansion?"
"I don't live in a mansion," she defends with a chuckle. "But I've never liked having such a large home. It feels rude to take up so much unnecessary space. And I prefer being able to walk from one room to another in less than ten minutes".
"Well, you're more than welcome to stay here. Save some money now that your slumming it with us peasants," Cosima winks.
"Oh, but I'd be far too frightened that you'd take advantage of me," she returns, climbing back onto the brunette's lap and pushing her flat on the bed.
"You?" Cosima scoffs, "I'm the one who should be worried about you taking advantage of me. I mean, look at you. So forward and you haven't even bought me dinner like a gentlewoman," regardless of her protests, Cosima still finds her fingers tangling themselves in the blonde hair that's slowly dragging down her chest.
After an airy giggle turns into a groan of frustration, "Fine," she huffs. Delphine quickly moves off the side of the bed, roughly tugging Cosima's legs and kneeling down. She holds the girl's thighs tightly in place and kisses every single tiny irrelevant location that will certainly garner no significant release and is only bound to exasperate the situation. Deliberately, of course. "Would breakfast be acceptable?"
Cosima watches the woman trail her gaze across the naked body in front of her, purposefully indiscreet. "Some things never change," she shakes her head with a growing grin.
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"I don't usually eat breakfast," Delphine comments halfway through her plate of toast and eggs.
"Haven't you heard every single person ever in the entire world say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day?" Cosima scolds.
"Oh, was that it? I've been hearing that breakfast isn't the most important meal of the day this whole time," she replies. Cosima rolls her eyes. "I'll have an espresso in the morning and the occasional piece of fruit. Do you eat breakfast?"
"Never".
"Cosima," she gasps dramatically. "Haven't you heard every single person–"
"Yeah, okay. I guess I asked for that," Cosima's good mood stutters when she feels her phone vibrating and sees Madi on the caller ID.
"Aren't you going to answer that?"
"This coming from the woman who once disassembled her phone to avoid answering it?" She smirks. It never irritated her that Delphine so frequently let her calls go unanswered, but she enjoyed pestering her about it, maybe just as some vain desire to validate her mere company's superiority over a pressing phone call. "If it's important enough, she'll send me a text. I don't feel like talking to her right now".
On cue, the phone vibrates once, and the screen lights up with the message icon.
Madi: the bank is open for a few hours on Saturdays so im cashing the check today. im taking my portion then giving the rest to jack. If you want your cut, then ask him.
"If," Cosima scoffs.
"If what?"
Cosima shows her the text, rolling her eyes, "If it weren't two grand at stake here, I probably would've told them to just keep it all".
"That's fine. I can just give you two thousand so that you don't have to deal with them," Delphine suggests casually.
"No," she giggles at the seriousness of her outrageous offer. "It's got kind of a gold-digger vibe to it, don't you think?" The blonde shrugs, sipping her coffee. "Just the fact that I'm here in sweatpants rolled up to my knees and you're wearing an expensive, bleach-white button-up top with tight slacks says we're probably on very different class levels".
"If these weren't the only clothes that I had with me other than what I wore last night, I could've worn sweatpants. I own a few, I think," she finishes her beverage and sets the mug on her empty plate.
"Do you need help looking for an apartment?" Cosima takes the order slip serving as their check, only to have Delphine snatch it out of her hand.
"You can't call yourself a gold-digger and then go pay the bill. Plus, the whole point is that I'm buying you breakfast," she explains, her debit card on top of the slip of paper. "I don't need help, but you're welcome to join me if you want to".
"Have you ever lived in a not-mansion before?"
She shakes her head, "I'm afraid not. I grew up in a magnificent castle, so my current mansion is quite the downgrade".
"You poor thing," Cosima coos sarcastically. Delphine's card is returned and soon they're headed out the door. Since they arrived, it started raining lightly – not nearly as bad as the night before.
Delphine scans the area of Cosima's neighborhood. It's not as bad in the daytime. The diner is only a couple blocks from her apartment, so they start their leisurely walk back.
"I'm sorry for causing so much tension between you and your friends," Delphine says, thinking about Madi's text.
"You didn't cause anything. My change of behavior due to your presence just exasperated already tense relationships," Cosima assures. She smiles warmly at the blonde and then takes her hand – something she knows Delphine always enjoys.
Of course, Delphine smiles back brightly. The handholding, she can't understand why it makes her feel so juvenile, but it does. Even with boyfriends in her younger years, it wasn't something she looked forward to so much rather than something to inform other people of their status. So, she holds on and lets Cosima gently swing their arms back and forth between them.
Once they're nearly to Cosima's apartment, only half of a block further, a cold, wet intrusion makes them both freeze in place. The junk excuse of a car that covered them both in dirty street water and mud zips around the corner before either of them know what happened.
"Fuck".
"Merde".
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"There's a washing machine downstairs. That couldn't have been cheap," Cosima squeezes in between kisses, referring to the once white top, now splattered with brown flecks that's contributing to the pile of filthy clothing on the floor in her bathroom at the moment.
"I'll buy another," Delphine dismisses, carefully pulling Cosima's glasses off and folding them on the counter.
Cosima starts the water and lets the blonde remove the remainder of her skimpy clothing from behind, spreading kisses down her neck and shoulder. Then once they're both properly undressed, the two women step into the small shower stall, one after the other. For just a moment, Delphine recalls the few times she surprised William in the shower. She runs her hands down Cosima's sides and takes note of how much she didn't imagine properly with her husband. Of course, she envisioned smoother skin than his, but the soft and delicate surface combined with the tautness of the lean muscles of Cosima's stomach, she never could've done it justice.
The night before, she realizes, didn't consist of much slow exploration. They were two forces aggressively taking out their pent-up frustrations on each other, the release of a lifetime of waiting. This morning, though, the warm inviting shower lets them both melt into each other with a less demanding pace. They carelessly alternate between slippery hands canvasing one another and rinsing the mud out of their hair.
The two of them finish bathing and dry off, but neither have any intention of switching activities. What was left unfinished in the shower is continued on the unmade bed atop the covers. Delphine slips off the side of the bed like she did when they first woke up and pulls Cosima to the edge. She's aware of her limited expertise, but no one appears to mind. In any case, she loves the proximity, she loves the harsh breathing, the quiet whimpers, the moments of louder moans, the shaking legs and heels digging into her back, but what she's found to love most of all is Cosima's fingers tangling through her hair, tightening for brief seconds before releasing when consciousness reminds her the grip must be painful.
Delphine knows the end is near when Cosima goes silent, holding her breath. Soon after, she pants the blonde's name and attempts to brush through the tangles she's made in her hair. Delphine continues kissing her inner thighs until she catches her breath. When she finally does, she sits up and grabs Delphine's face, kissing her hard and wiping the moisture from her cheeks and chin. After a gentle push on the blonde's shoulder, they both manage to maneuver to the floor, Cosima straddling, and Delphine practically clawing her sides to force her closer. It's no use, though, since Cosima is already crawling down her body, intent on returning the favor.
All Delphine is consciously aware of is her back arching off the floor and Cosima's hands finding hers. It's one of the most primal yet most romantic moments she's experienced in her life. An unexplainable mixture of the two sensations through the journey, leaving her happily helpless to the destination.
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Monday morning arrives too soon. Delphine wakes up in Cosima's bed again, just as she had Saturday and Sunday morning. Although she's not excited to go back to work, she is grateful for the recovery period. The intensity of the whole weekend left her worn and weak, though it never mattered to her. It was perfect. Friday's events have been completely overridden with what followed. The only thing she's unhappy with is the fact that she has to go to her real home to change and bathe properly.
"Can't you just stay forever?" Cosima whines at her.
Something she never thought she'd do before – she thinks about the offer. Only for a second, but she does debate it. "I'm afraid not".
"What am I supposed to do all day without you?"
"What do you normally do during the week?" Delphine starts dressing in the same clothes she's been wearing for the last few days.
"In the afternoons and evenings, I used to go over to Martell and help out with set-up or whatever they needed. Even some cleaning," she shrugs, watching the blonde. "But I don't really do that anymore. Not since being roped into a lifetime of stardom".
"Would you be mad if I told you to quit your band again?"
Cosima smiles awkwardly, "Sorry about being such a dick about that. I was in a bad mood…"
"It wasn't fair of me to tell you to anyway," Delphine tries to get her to look up, but the girl just stares at the covers thoughtfully.
"If things weren't so complicated now with contracts and shit, I probably would leave. I'd love to just go back to working at Martell. Sadly, the manager there is, like, my best friend".
"You can't just do both until your contract ends?"
"I guess I could," she nods to herself. "Maybe I'll stop by today and see if I can work something out with him. The man treats me like I'm his own daughter, so I could probably guilt trip him into something," she smiles deviously.
"I'll tell him you said that," Delphine smirks back, leans down to kiss the girl briefly, but enthusiastically, and then heads to the door.
The door closes softly and Cosima realizes that she probably should've walked the woman to her car. The thought to catch up to her doesn't cross her mind, though. She just stares idly at the door in her empty apartment and asks her faithful ceiling, "Do I actually love her? Is that a fucking thing now?"
The ceiling doesn't respond, as usual, but it does give her one of those looks it always does when it knows she already knows the answer.
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The last of the moving before she needs to return to work is done and Delphine hands a fifty-dollar bill to the small group of men who just finished hauling the few pieces of furniture into her new apartment. Looking around, just the fact that the place is so much smaller than her house makes her smile. She didn't realize how much she hated that place until she finally left. Although, she barely set foot in the house this last month and a half, aside from changing clothes. An unhealthy alternation between Cosima's apartment and a hotel room have been her temporary residence. If she hadn't been spending her weekends with Cosima, she may have been more motivated to find an apartment sooner.
No one seems to notice her improved mood at work, other than Anne. She notices everything anyways, but it probably helps that she's been the illegal liaison between her partner and Delphine regarding the progress of her divorce. It's understood that Delphine has absolutely no issue with the line of communication through an uninvolved party. This lawyer woman is nice enough, but Anne is the closest thing to a friend Delphine has, and she knows how to simplify information and legal jargon enough for her without being condescending.
Almost every day for the last few weeks, her lunchbreak has been spent with Cosima at the little place across the street from her work. The waitstaff have started to greet them both by name now, and if Cosima ever ordered the same thing twice, Delphine is sure they would remember what to prepare along with her salad. Everyone there seems to love Cosima. How could they not? The girl is so outgoing and social. She makes everyone feel paid attention to. The same goes for the people at Delphine's work. Anne knows her, of course, but now the majority of people with offices in the same hall as Delphine's will happily greet the girl if they pass, and she has somehow become quite friendly with the receptionist. Cosima will even sometimes wait in the lobby to chat with her instead of going straight back to Delphine's office on the Friday's they go home to Cosima's apartment together – which is every Friday.
It's days like today, when everyone is getting ready to leave for the day and start their weekends and Cosima is still nowhere to be seen that Delphine knows she'll find her chatting with the receptionist. She's ashamed to admit it to herself, but it did make her jealous at first. After some thought, though, and learning that the receptionist has a fiancé, she's gotten over it. The whole situation made her start thinking about perhaps making some friends of her own. Cosima gets along with nearly everyone, but Delphine has historically exiled closeness from all her relationships – that is, until she met Cosima.
Cosima, who is both overjoyed with the full addition of Delphine to her life, but also constantly concerned with the flimsy potential of a career, is indeed chatting with the receptionist as Delphine finishes up in her office. She's started working full-time at Martell since she left her former band and former friends. It didn't feel very good, but when the label called to renegotiate their contract out of nowhere, she knew she had to take the opportunity. It was a bandage she was happy to rip off, but it still stung. These were the people she spent most of her youth with. It was like cutting off ties with her own life, they were so close. She has a new life now, though, and it's much more promising.
After the last appearance they made together at Martell during the art showing, they only played together one more time. Leaving the band after so many years of senseless obligation felt especially guilt-worthy since they had performed significantly less often since they signed with the label. It was like she was abandoning a sinking ship of people who used to mean something to her. Deep down, she was hoping they would follow suit somehow and try to end their contract. They were all doing much better financially just playing at Martell on Fridays. Everyone they talked to at the label assured them things would pick up and they'd just need to be patient, but that's not comforting when there are bills to pay and no money to pay them with.
She tries not to think about the contained chaos of her life while the receptionist complains about wedding-planning hassles, though her mind continues to wander. Cosima can tell she's about to be invited to the wedding when a knight in shining armor shows up, stealing the receptionist's attention, stepping between the front desk and the long lobby couch where Cosima is seated. However, the knight in shining armor comes with the distinct smell of old alcohol and has a familiar tall, lean build that puts everyone into an uneasy state.
"She here?" he asks gruffly but shakes his head before the poor girl behind the desk can answer, heading back towards the offices.
"Mr. Black, you're not allowed in here. If you don't leave, I will call security," the girl transitions from her bubbly chatter to an authoritative demand. She'll be a frightening mother, Cosima thinks to herself.
"What the fuck?" he exhales heavily in her direction and neither of the women are sure if he is surprised by the notion or genuinely doesn't understand the words she just said. "Whatever, call them. I don't give a shit".
She shrugs and dials the number. Before the man can ignore her and continue down the hall, he notices Cosima sitting tensely on the couch. She smiles awkwardly, not sure if he recognizes her.
"You? What are you doing here again?" William turns fully towards her, obviously not drunk enough to forget her memorable face.
"Just waiting for someone," she explains with a failed attempt to keep the fear from her voice.
"My wife?" He asks, squinting his eyes. Cosima shrugs suggestively. "Where's the rest of you?"
"I'm not here on business," she hears herself say with a confidence she has no idea the source of. It could be resentment toward the reference of her old bandmates, as though she's not a whole person without them there.
"So, you've befriended Del. I see," he says, nodding to himself and looking to the walls for confirmation. She wonders if he's seeing things.
"Oh, we were good friends before you ever approached my band," she answers, again with a fearlessness she's wary of.
He squints even harder at her, as though reading her expression is like reading the fine print. "Wait," he slurs, pointing his finger at her. "You weren't the…the goddamned–"
"William, what are you doing here?" Delphine's voice fills the room, and everyone turns to see her and Anne walking into the lobby together. The receptionist quietly informs her that security is on their way.
"You know, my trial was today," he states aggressively, as though it was her fault.
"Please leave".
"And where have you been? With her?" he points his head toward Cosima, still frozen on the couch. "Don't tell me she's the one you've been seeing," the man scoffs, using air quotes around the word 'seeing'.
"Was and is," Delphine replies forcefully somehow.
"Oh, well fuck me," William looks at her with drunken disgust, but she doesn't seem to care. So, he turns to address a more timid party, "You know, Cosima, I still have a few days left and I have no problem putting your band's file through the shredder," he threatens.
"I'm afraid you won't find her file in your office anymore," Delphine addresses the threat on Cosima's behalf – who is surprised since she has yet to mention to the woman that their contract was renegotiated. She was waiting to announce it tonight since they plan on going out for dinner to celebrate the finalization of Delphine's divorce. It would've been perfect timing.
"Right," he laughs maniacally. "Even if that were true, how would you know that?"
"Here. That's him," the receptionist grabs everyone's attention, pointing at Mr. Black. Two security guards nod and try to coax the man out, but soon realize he'll need a little physical motivation.
"Fine," William relents, reasoning even in his drunken state that he'd rather walk out peacefully than be dragged out and thrown into the street. "I hope you go straight to Hell, Delphine," he says in one last attempt to assert dominance.
"And I hope you go straight to prison," she smiles back unpleasantly, then turns to the standing receptionist, "Thank you".
Anne sighs and pats Delphine's arm before heading toward the door, waving to Cosima. Delphine smiles at the girl on the couch, her eyes lighting up like always, though today was a bit delayed.
"So," Cosima starts, standing once Delphine has made her way into her proximity. "How did you know about my band shit?"
"I may have politely suggested your contracts be given a second look," she smirks. She didn't ask them to drop Cosima or the band, she just wanted to give her an opportunity to leave on her own if she still wanted. Though, she's still not sure if Cosima left or not. They were all very close, after all.
"And somehow convinced them to drop the fees?" She gives her a skeptical stare. Cosima looked into it, and the biggest reason she didn't make more of an effort to leave earlier was because of the early cancellation or amendment fees.
"Not exactly…"
"Did you pay them, Delphine?" She questions, receiving only a shrug in return. "Ugh, well I can't let you get away with that. How much do I owe you?"
"It's hard to say, exactly," she smiles and leads them to the door.
"Is it a lot? Like, over a thousand? Because I might have to take out a loan," Cosima follows, now quite familiar with the building.
"My reimbursement doesn't have to be monetary".
"Oh?" Cosima finds her hand and intertwines their fingers, eliciting the unfailing reaction of a restrained smile.
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"So, Ms. Cormier," Cosima turns to the naked woman lying beside her in bed with a smile. "I supposed you already know about my discontinued presence in the band".
"You left? Really?" She responds unexpectedly.
"Yeah? Weren't you the one who coerced someone into redoing our contracts?"
"Only renegotiation. Your absence in the band was never brought up," she explains.
"Oh…well, uh…surprise," she stammers before snorting. Only occasionally will she take a few hits from her bedside joint after sex, but when she does, she feels much gigglier than when she normally smokes. "We're both finally officially liberated".
"Congratulations," she smiles.
"Is Mr. Black going to jail?" Delphine just nods. "I guess you divorced him right in time. Although, you could've waited so that you could still keep all your shit".
"I don't want it," she sighs with a smile, knowing exactly what she does want and that it's right in front of her.
"Still wouldn't have to live in a hotel, though. When do you get to move into your apartment?"
"Oh right," she pauses, miffed that she already forgot about it. "I already did. I need to check out of that hotel," she notes to herself.
"Are you just trying to show off how rich you are?"
Delphine just rolls her eyes before carefully rolling on top of Cosima, trapping her underneath and kissing her neck – something she's found always makes the girl mute. That, and for some reason, looking directly into her eyes. She figures it must come from the days when she never even looked in Cosima's direction. She misses those days, but she much prefers being able to freely have Cosima, to tell her she wants her without playing duplicitous word games, to kiss her without needing to con her into making the first move.
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The days go by like a dream. Cosima was right - they are liberated. But not only from their own relationships. Delphine never truly disliked any of Cosima's friends since she didn't know them very well, but she has to admit, having them out of the picture lifts a weight she never knew was there. She could feel their impact on the girl even when they weren't around. Cosima knew William a little better and never found any redeeming qualities. His negative effect was much more overt and that much more relieving when it ceased. Neither of the women could say the breaks were completely clean, but at least they're over with.
The blonde finds the end of the workday so much more enticing now that there's someone better waiting for her. She understands why so many people start getting ready to go before the day is even over. Today is more compelling than usual, though. After a short, yet extremely satisfying phone conversation with William, she knows she wants to celebrate. And there's only one person to call. Delphine leans back in her office chair and dials Cosima's number.
"Okay, what are we celebrating?" Cosima inquires.
"William had a discussion with his lawyer today. Since he took everything in the divorce, he's financially responsible for it," she explains.
"And?"
"And he's in prison. He just called, practically begging me to take it all back. He can't pay for it so the state is going to claim it all," she knows she shouldn't be as happy as she is about it, but it can't be helped. The man siphoned nearly half a million dollars from unsuspecting victims, probably bought most of the items in their old house with the money and is now being put in even more debt because of it. It's sheer perfection.
"And who says karma's a bitch? She sounds like a peach to me," Cosima laughs. "Yeah, we'll meet there after you're off".
If Cosima weren't just as fed up with William as she is, Delphine may have just kept it to herself and celebrated on her own. But since the man was the reason they had to stay away from each other for so long and his temper was part of the reason her friends had treated her so poorly, she knew Cosima would be just as pleased with the aftermath of his own bad behavior. Delphine still feels like she may be too preoccupied with her ex, but one last hurrah won't hurt anyone. So, she shuts down her computer and heads home to change into something nice for her lover.
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Delphine takes a seat at the bar, ordering a martini for herself, and waits for the brunette to eventually arrive. The stage is being set up by a new band, one that Cosima had roped into performing. Mr. Hayes has been calling her his entertainment hook-up ever since the art show – which she had no direct involvement in, aside from simply existing.
Cosima spots the blonde at the bar, wearing that same short, strapless, blood-red dress she wore the first night they officially met. She smiles at the sight, at the knowledge that the woman is waiting for her. A few seconds pass before she finally decides to saunter up behind her.
"Good evening, gorgeous," she leans against the bar, facing Delphine directly.
"A Mojito please," Delphine ignores her, speaking and looking only to the bartender.
"You come here often?" She asks humorously after the drink is delivered.
"Is that the best you've got?" Delphine smiles to herself, sipping her beverage. "Do you come here often?"
"Every day," she responds in a heartbeat. "Just hoping someday you'll be here". The blonde raises her eyebrows and nods but doesn't respond. "So, are you single?"
"I'm afraid not. I'm actually waiting for my girlfriend to get here".
"What a bummer," she exhales dramatically. "I mean, the plan was to completely seduce you. Maybe put my hand on your thigh, move in close, and kiss you passionately before making you take me home with you," she pauses for effect. "But, since you're taken, I suppose I'll just give up now".
Delphine bites her lip and closes her eyes when she feels the girl start walking away, brushing against her purposefully, letting her fingertips glide lightly across her leg. She turns slightly, just enough to catch Cosima's wrist before she gets too far away. She pulls her back, sneering at the smirk on her face, then kissing it away.
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